Adopt a hen (Bauernhof Weggun)

So you pledge €20 to look after a freerange hen raised according to biodynamic principles, and then you're posted ten vouchers for a half-dozen eggs, which you collect at the Markthalle Neun, where you also meet a friend and have the first proper conversation you've had in ages, and then you make transcendent scrambled eggs the next morning.* What's not to love? (I can't wait until it's berry season again: I first became aware of Bauernhof Weggun through their punnets of bright, perfect raspberries.)

* A plump walnut of butter melted on low in a small pan, two eggs loosely whisked then poured in. Leave for three minutes, then muddle every minute or so. Turn the eggs into a bowl while they still look a touch too moist.

Jane, I can only agree with Leslie: this is the best question I have ever been asked. (To answer: she would have been troubled if I had explained, but the adopting was for my own private joy. She for her part lapped up the banana custard with alacrity. The eggs are really good.)